A self-satisfied screaming bore. The self-congratulatory tone is established practically during the credits and never lets up. Especially worthy of sincere mockery is the character of the "Death Doula"! The hackneyed triteness on display here is inspired. Carrozo's ability to communicate a blessed thing regarding his predicament is, let's be honest, emoji-esque in range and depth. I was particularly unmoved by his canned-spam "acting" in trying-and failing-to articulate the word "morbid" as illustrative of the horrors of Alzheimer's. I yawned so strenuously I nearly dislocated my jaw. Throughout the movie he is as garrulous as Chatty Cathy. One concludes: If THAT'S senility, what's all the damn fuss about? Really, my dog whining to go out has evoked more existential dread.

As Wilde said so aptly about the "Death of Little Nell" in Great Expectations, you'd need a heart of stone to watch "Moon Manor" and not burst out laughing.

Defying our society's fear of death, Moon Manor showcases how dying on one's terms can be empowering. This touching, quirky film is thought provoking, original and avoids a formulaic plot.